Destiny of Morgan

Chapter 3 *INCEST WARNING*

Draco paced around the waiting room impatiently waiting for Madame Pomfrey to get finished with Hermione's examination.

He constantly thought about the things his father had adamantly trained into his brain throughout the duration of his life, and engrained it in his mind harder than ever when all the Death Eaters broke out of Azkaban and came back to England to reign at large once again . . . never help a 'mudblood', never show concern for or worry about any 'mudblood', never be in the same room as a 'mudblood unless it was absolutely necessary like during class or the great hall or the library. He had always looked up to his father and idolized him as a little tyke and wanted nothing more than to be just like him when he grew up and dealt with the beatings his father gave him as some tough, warped, twisted love of sorts . . . but that all changed just this year when he learned that Lucius Malfoy was nothing more than a cruel, senseless, backstabbing murderer, and a puppet at that.

He never respected his father after the day he killed an innocent muggle because 'the Dark Lord' had said to. That muggle was Hermione Granger's mother. That day was a day of reckoning for him . . . the day he learned to utterly despise his father openly. That was just two days before the start of term, the day after they had gotten school supplies, he would know, he met up with them in Diagon Alley. That day, he began to hate his father, Voldemort, and all of the other morons who had the nerve to call themselves that S.O.B.'s 'followers'. (Slaves were more like it though.)

Madame Pomfrey walked in just as Draco had finished demeaning himself and the Death Eaters for all being mindless idiots. He looked at her expectantly. Madame Pomfrey shook her head and sighed, "I'm afraid that what Miss Granger has might not be curable . . . even with the most advanced of muggle technologies and powerful sorcery combined. (And that was saying something considering that a sorcerer was the final step of magic and that was only to a select few that were the most powerful wizards and he knew that Dumbledore was the last to be deemed a sorcerer in England.)

Draco didn't know exactly why this would make him as distressed as he was . . . a tear stung at his eyes, (A/N: I know this is OOC, but deal w/ it! ) " . . . What . . . what happened to her?" he asked as evenly as his voice would allow at the time.

"I'm not 100% sure what would have caused it since Miss Granger's life has been so hectic, but she has Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I'm sorry, but there's nothing more we can do for her at this time; it's unfortunate that this happened," she said calmly.

This response sent Draco soaring over the edge, "Your sorry!?! How can you be so damn calm about this!!! You're saying she's been suffering and since you don't know why the hell it happened, you act as though she just blacked out for no reason!!! What the hell kind of witch are you if you can act like that?!?" At this Draco broke down and fell to his knees and a tears slid silently down his cheeks.

Madame Pomfrey didn't know how to respond to this, so she just put a comforting hand on his shoulder and let him cry. When the tears subsided, Madame Pomfrey said, "Why don't you go and see her now . . . she needs someone to help her out of those flashbacks she's having . . . right now she is living and breathing a nightmare of whatever caused this."

He didn't need any further convincing, however he did have a request, "Can you get Potter in here too because Hermione would want him to be here with her."

"As you wish Mr. Malfoy," she said exiting the hospital wing to go find Harry. Draco sat on the left side of Hermione and took her hand in his, hoping to offer at least some relief to her in her hellish visions.

* "Hermione!" yelled her father for about the fifth time. Finally she came to the door hoping against hope that this wasn't another one of his advances on her.

". . . Yes father?" she answered hesitantly.

"I need your help with something," he answered. Hermione still couldn't tell exactly what kind of 'help' he wanted, but she knew better than to refuse. She shuddered at the thought of that knife he always had with him. "Are you all right?"

She was relieved he didn't use a pet name, but she knew that she wasn't in the clear quite yet. "Just a little cold," she said hoping and praying that her father was in his right mind at the moment.

"I'm sorry."

Thinking she was almost in the clear she plunged in for the kill, "What did you need help with?"

"Well . . . seeing as you mum and I have our twentieth anniversary coming up during your school year, I thought we might go somewhere special. Then I realized that your mum has always wanted to go to Cuba, the trouble is . . . I don't remember which island it is and the countries aren't labeled," he said indicating a map that took up the whole top of his desk.

Hermione walked to the desk and looked down at it towards the Caribbean Sea. She was happy to help her father and thought it was sweet and very romantic of him to do this for her mum; Lord knows she deserved a vacation . . .

She was happy to help until he came up behind her and she could sense him unzipping his pants like all the times before that he'd done something like this. She heard as his pants and boxers fell to the floor. "So where is it sweetie?"

"Ri- right . . . here," she said swallowing the lump in her throat and pointing her shaky finger to the country, not wanting to turn around.

"Thanks honey, that really helps," he said as he grabbed her hips and began to slowly pull her pants down. Hermione shivered as she felt hands slowly moving closer to their destination.

Even though she hated it . . . she'd gotten used to his advances (and the fact that he'd kill her if she did not comply or did anything wrong,) so she just pushed his hands to her pussy and finished pulling her pants off. Had it not been for the threat against her life, she would have screamed and run away.

Then she felt his hands move to her hips and rip the sides of her panties off. 'Oh God no!' she thought fearing what was probably going to happen next.

Knowing her father, he would make her go all the way this time. She could feel his penis . . . and it was very much erect. She could feel him grabbing in between her thighs pulling them apart to reveal her sex to his hardened member, and he wrapped her legs just below it. She was waiting for to painful penetration of her vagina to come, but that's not what was being entered.

She had heard about this once before; the three different kinds of sex: oral, vaginal . . . and anal. She never felt more disgusted or dirty . . . she had to bite back the scream that threatened to erupt as Mr. Granger spooned in and out and in and out until he reached the climax inside her . . . at least she still had her virginity . . . if it could be called that anymore. *

Harry and Draco watched helplessly as Hermione's face contorted into a look that could either be described as a look of absolute hate or a look of sheer terror. They both squeezed her hands comfortingly as a scream escaped her lips.

"No! Stop . . . please stop!" she yelled.

"Hermione, wake up . . . it's only a dream, no one is going to hurt you . . . just wake up . . ." Harry said to her softly.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Harry's voice. She saw Harry and Draco both looking worried out of their minds for her.

Harry immediately pulled Hermione to him and she began to cry . . . her sobs sounding as though they were forced to be held back for the entire summer and it broke Harry's heart (and Draco's) to see her feeling so out of control of everything and feeling weak and helpless.

Harry held her and let her cry into his shoulder and stroked her hair lightly trying to calm down her heart-wrenching sobs. At one point in time, all his dreams would be coming true to be holding her this close and holding her . . . he no longer felt confused about those feelings at this moment . . . he loved Hermione, but only as a sister and nothing more. Somehow he had the feeling that he shouldn't want her as more than that either.

Draco wasn't sure what to do . . . and even so, he was already too confused about his feelings to worry about how awkward he must look just sitting there doing nothing to help. His mother had told him one very useful thing in his life and at this moment, that was the only thing on his mind. 'The key that I wear around my neck belongs to the girl that I will fall in love with . . . I won't ever feel it react around anyone but that person, and it won't be until they find out at least impartially who the are . . . I will begin to feel something that can only be described as love awakening within me at the time that the girl named Hermione Terra Morgan needs help the most after discovering herself.'

' . . . I'm in love with Hermione . . .?'